In one sweeping gaze⁣⁣⁣
You can tear it all apart⁣⁣⁣
Slippages of my past ⁣⁣⁣
cut through my stoic civil war⁣
It beats another life to unearth my anxieties⁣⁣⁣
Yet it remains invisible, omnipresent⁣⁣⁣
My blindspots become the battlefield of⁣
the paradoxical dance of my intrusive fears⁣⁣⁣
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It doesn’t make sense ⁣⁣⁣
to live a lie of purity ⁣⁣⁣
I suffer rhythmically and ⁣⁣⁣
make a familiar wreckage⁣⁣⁣
How much more strength ⁣⁣⁣
can I find in me⁣⁣⁣
to fight within me ⁣⁣⁣
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The wish to rewire the mind ⁣⁣⁣
and begin it all again ⁣⁣⁣
To recapture what I already have⁣⁣⁣
No longer human but a fearless revolutionary⁣⁣⁣
I begin to remember all that’s left of me ⁣⁣⁣
Maybe it will help⁣⁣⁣
Maybe I am gonna be something else ⁣⁣⁣
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Everything I reminisce, recollect, reflect ⁣⁣⁣
sediments at the base of my neck ⁣⁣⁣
where the pain sells my will to⁣⁣⁣
keep the head held high ⁣⁣⁣
The above and beyond ⁣⁣⁣
fades from my eyes ⁣⁣⁣
It all fades⁣⁣⁣
The canvas is erased